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“Is she ok?” I ask, and he sighs.
“Yeah, she’s fine, she just wants to gatecrash. She’s on her way home and asked how the night went. I said it’s still in progress, and she wants to call in, but don’t worry, I’ve said we’re busy.”
He gets another ping through and laughs.
“What?” I say, and he turns the screen to me.
Can’t be that busy if you’re replying to messages within five seconds. I’d love to say hi to Ella. I’ll be passing your floor in about three minutes. You can kick me out again three minutes later if you like.
The thought of seeing Tiff – Creamgirl – for a few minutes makes me feel like a fangirl. The most hardcore of all the hardcorers. My inspiration.
“I’d love to say hi to her,” I tell Josh, and he raises an eyebrow.
“Are you sure? When she gets her cute curvy butt in here, she can be difficult to shift out again. She’ll be yapping on all night.”
“That’s cool. I’d love to yap along with her.”
“I’ll give her the thumbs up,” he says. “Be warned, she’ll likely do a cartwheel when she sees you in here, she’ll be so fucking excited. That’s if she’s capable. She’d likely spew cum everywhere like a garden hose. I think she’s taken a five-on-one this evening.”
“Now that I’d like to see. She can give me some tips on cum-spurting cartwheels.”
He chuckles as he types his message.
“You don’t need Tiff to teach you those. You’ve got yourself a perfectly adequate tutor right here.”
Fucking hell, my pussy clenches again, and I’m all set to dive right in for another kiss when the doorbell sounds out.
“She was already in the hall,” he says.
As Josh answers the door, I can’t help a whole different set of flutters starting up. The fangirl I was as soon as I saw her profile on The Agency website. Creamgirl, the most notorious of them all.
She definitely won’t be doing any kind of cartwheel as she appears in view, though. Not in the slightest. She’s practically waddling. She must have taken one hell of a pounding.
“I’ll have a cup of tea please, if you’re making one,” she says to Josh, then flops down beside me with a grin on her face. “Can’t wait to get to know you, Ella. I have a feeling you’ll be a pretty permanent feature in this place.”
“Stop it, Tiff!” Josh calls over from the kitchen, but her eyes are still sparkling.
“Come on, Josh! Break the news. Are we still in the realms of casual here, or have you cut the crap and made it something solid? Please tell me you have.”
“Jesus Christ,” he says. “Can you wait at least five minutes before diving into tell me everything territory, please?”
“No,” she replies, with a huge smirk on her face, and I can’t help myself laughing. It’s obvious they’re best friends by a clear mile, and I can’t wait to share the news – even if just to hear it spoken out loud.
“It’s definitely something more,” I tell her. “I think we’ve both agreed on that. Josh has kindly offered to let me stay here until I get the keys to my new place.”
She gets up from the sofa and goes over to Josh, singing the Rocky theme at full volume, with her hands up over her head.
“Get off me,” he laughs while she lands kisses on his cheek. “Tiff! Calm down, will you?”
“Spoilsport,” she says, and pokes her tongue out, and right there and then, seeing the wicked friendship between them as he sticks his pierced tongue out back at her, I know it in my heart of hearts.
Connor, broken trust, failed dreams, and client morning after syndrome can all get fucked from my life.
This is the real deal, the true place I belong.
Chapter Ten
I yawn as I stretch my arms up over my head. My feet kick out under the duvet, toes pointing as I let out a sigh. And then it hits me. This isn’t my bed. It’s Josh’s. I’m at Josh’s place.
